Ghazal
न गया ख़याल-ए-ज़ुल्फ़-ए-सियह जफ़ा-शआराँ
The ghazal revolves around the persistent memory of the beloved's dark, curly hair, a thought that remains even after the night's festivities end. The poet addresses the beloved, noting that he never claimed her tresses would loosen, and that his restless heart never left. The verses reflect the transient nature of joy and sorrow, and the changing nature of worldly attire. Ultimately, the poem concludes with a powerful statement: everything is in danger due to the poet's sighs and tears, suggesting a recurring vulnerability in the world.
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1
न गया ख़याल-ए-ज़ुल्फ़-ए-सियह जफ़ा-शआराँ
न हुआ कि सुब्ह होवे शब-ए-तीरा रोज़गाराँ
The thought of your dark tresses, O poet of cruelty, did not cease,
Nor did the night turn into morning, O wanderer of days.
The thought of your dark tresses, O cruel poet, did not cease, nor did the night turn into morning, O wanderer of days.
2
न कहा था ऐ रफ़ूगर तिरे टाँके होंगे ढीले
न सिया गया ये आख़िर दिल-ए-चाक-ए-बे-क़राराँ
I never told you that your stitches would be loose,
Nor did I say this heart is a heart of uncertainty.
I never said that your stitches would be loose, nor did I say that this heart is a heart of uncertainty.
3
हुई ईद सब ने पहने तरब-ओ-ख़ुशी के जामे
न हुआ कि हम भी बदलें ये लिबास-ए-सोगवाराँ
Everyone wore the garments of joy and happiness, but we did not change into this attire of the wanderers.
Everyone wore the garments of joy and happiness, but we did not change into this attire of the wanderers.
4
ख़तर अज़ीम में हैं मिरी आह-ओ-अश्क से सब
कि जहान रह चुका फिर जो यही है बाद-ओ-बाराँ
In my sighs and tears, there lies a great danger to all,
For the world has remained just as it was, after the wind and the storm.
In my sighs and tears, there lies a great danger to all, for the world has remained just as it was, even after the wind and the storm.
5
कहीं ख़ाक-ए-कू को उस की तू सबा न दीजो जुम्बिश
कि भरे हैं इस ज़मीं में जिगर जिगर-फ़िगाराँ
Do not give the breeze a movement that disturbs the dust of her corpse,
For this earth is filled with the hearts and forms of the living.
Do not give the breeze a movement that disturbs the dust of her corpse, for this earth is filled with the hearts and forms of the living.
6
रखे ताज-ए-ज़र को सर पर चमन ज़माना में गिल
न शगुफ़्ता हो तू इतना कि ख़िज़ाँ है ये बहाराँ
O, keep the crown of gold upon your head, O world, in the garden of time, do not be so unbloomed that this autumn is a spring.
O, keep the crown of gold upon your head, O world, in the garden of time, do not be so unbloomed that this autumn is a spring.
7
नहीं तुझ को चश्म-ए-इबरत ये नुमूद में है वर्ना
कि गए हैं ख़ाक में मिल कई तुझ से ताज-दाराँ
Either the eye of compassion is not in this display, or else many crowned heads have already mixed with the dust from you.
Either the eye of compassion is not present in this display, or else many crowned heads have already mingled with the dust from you.
8
तू जहाँ से दिल उठा याँ नहीं रस्म-ए-दर्दमंदी
किसी ने भी यूँ न पूछा हुए ख़ाक याँ हज़ाराँ
From where you lifted your heart, neither are there customs of pain,
No one has ever asked, oh dust, or oh thousands.
Shayar, from where did you lift your heart? Are there any customs of pain? No one has ever asked (oh dust) or (oh thousands) like this.
9
ये अजल से जी छुपाना मिरा आश्कार हैगा
कि ख़राब होगा मुझ बिन ग़म-ए-इश्क़ गुल-अज़ाराँ
This hiding of life from the spring will be my declaration,
That without me, the garden of love will be sorrowful.
This concealment of life from the spring will be my declaration, that without me, the garden of love will be sorrowful.
10
ये सुना था 'मीर' हम ने कि फ़साना ख़्वाब ला है
तिरी सर-गुज़श्त सुन कर गए और ख़्वाब याराँ
We had heard, 'Mir,' that a tale of dreams had arrived,
But after hearing your memory, it was just a dream, my friend.
We had heard, 'Mir,' that a tale of dreams had arrived, but after hearing your memory, it turned out to be just a dream, my friend.
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